There wasn’t much for him to take and though he was reluctant to follow, he was behind Lucci up until they got into the apartment. Immediately, like a reflex, Shikamaru’s gaze followed the line of the walls, the rooms, and what windows he could see. Any and every potential escape route locked in his mind first as he continued to scope out the surroundings, careful not to appear too interested and if asked, would say it was the decor.
He took note of the bathroom and resisted the initial urge to spring for a shower because it had been too long, but instead clung to Lucci’s comment like a warning. He had been silent in watching Lucci lock up, managing the slightest downturn of his lips at the number of locks that held the door shut. It was crude but effective enough.
“Sure, thanks.” It wasn’t so much paranoia but a suspicion that had Shikamaru hang onto that vague statement. In the end, while he could have spent the time to question Lucci about it, the need for a shower compelled him into the bathroom instead. Pros outweighed the cons in this case and the questioning could wait until after.
The shower was a blessing and the change into his own damn clothes (trademark fitted turtleneck and trousers) was even more so. He wouldn’t know if Lucci would decide to linger or just outright ignore him for the rest of the night (he was hoping for the latter), but it was unimportant. With how the past couple of days were spent, Shikamaru wasn’t planning to complain that much. How much worse could it get?
He dropped off his duffle, which he had rearranged in the bathroom, at the foot of the couch before collapsing onto the cushions. There was a long list of things he had meant to do: question Lucci about everything, upturn everything he could get his hands on, make himself some dinner, get a drink. It seemed endless. Literally, everything he thought of he could have done.
Yet, after the couple of weeks he had - from the capture and imprisonment to the torture which led to that atrocious auction - there was no denying the rest he had to give his body first. Sleep crept up on him, became inevitable.
Making himself a coffee, he was about to prepare one for Shikamaru as well. The addition to his apartment, the … Very first slave of his own. Gods how he still hated these guys for that, but who knows if this young man couldn't be of help for him in the end. For him and the rest of the police.
But till he could find out that, he would have to wait. This all could as well be a setup game by the guys from the mafia to test him even more. So all he could do was wait, wait, test and see.
A sigh left him, he had better stuff to do than that! But now all he could do was make the best out of this situation. And making sure, that this Shikamaru wouldn't go out of the apartment without him noticing. So he took a look at the locks, while the other was taking a shower.
After making sure, he had taken the keys with himself. It was better this way, even if he grumbled to have to lock his own sleeping room as well.
He had been back in the kitchen part of the big room, that was kitchen and living room in once. Blinking as the young man dropped himself onto the couch, it seemed he got at least a bit comfortable. Something that made Lucci being careful, that was way too fast and easily. Even if they had this conversation in the car before.
Shaking his head, he was about to ask if he wanted a coffee. But hold back when listening more and realising, this one had fallen asleep. Seems that Shikamaru had been very tired.
With this realisation, he drank his coffee and went to his own room. After making sure another round that every lock was in its place. Setting his alarm, he went to bed himself, the gun under his pillow to react as fast as possible for him.
Morning came, the alarm waking him up in its typical unpleasant way. Blinking slowly after pushing it off, he sighed and got out of bed.
He just throws over a shirt, sleeping pants on, he went to the room where his new... Roommate was sleeping or maybe not anymore. He found him there, not one inch moved from his position, still in deep slumber.
Well so much to this worry, so he went on to make a new coffee. A bit more, since he thought this one might need one too. While the coffee was starting, he went and made something small to eat.
